to give: up.
Eating meals while they’re hot. Sleep. My waistline. My memory. Freedom to leave on a whim.
to give: deeply.
This tiny boy doesn’t ask for my surface, my almost, my sort of. From birth, he has demanded my depth.
to give: all.
All my time. All my heart. All my patience, decisions. love, priorities…My life now? Our life? Is all for him.
to give: endlessly.
The days blur together. Night is day and day is exhausting and then it’s over and another begins. They don’t end, the feeding and diapers and snuggling and burping and feeding. Neither does the love. It just plain doesn’t run out. Even when I’m in tears and Sam is screaming and Husby gets the smiles first… the love flows endless.
to give: more. til I’m empty.
Dig to the very bottom of what I know I am capable of, the end of what I have, then give more.
The funny thing is, when you’re a parent, you want to give all this and more to your child.
I get it now, Lord.